Blissful Morning

Mornings can be so pleasant and peaceful.

But how could I know? I am more of a night owl and less of a morning lark. With nowhere to go and just stay at home, my lazy and bored self could hardly wake up before 9 AM. But then one day, when I did wake up early after a brilliant shower of rain, guess what did I see?

“Birds chirping, singing to one another, flowers blooming looking all bright and beautiful.”

Calling it appealing would be an understatement.

I was bewitched. The early morning rain had left its imprints everywhere, and branded everything with novelty and charm. The atmosphere was enriched with the earthy scent, and the cool breeze added to the cherry on the cake. It felt like a blessing, meandering amidst Nature and admiring its creation.

I pulled out a chair and sat in the garden with a cup of coffee observing the greeneries, the flowers, the birds, the squirrels and of course, the little insects. They all shared a rhythm within themselves. The air was light and crisp. The flocks of sparrows flew here, there, everywhere, the common myna pecked at something on the ground with its partner, and the excited crows, as usual, crowed for no reasons. The delicate and colourful butterflies fluttered their wings trying to fixate on one flower. The little squirrels hushed from branches to branches looking out for nuts and seeds. While the determined ants were busy hunting for food, the slow and steady snails hid under planters and the camouflaged bugs chewed away the leaves.

They were such a morning delight. I walked towards the flowers and there were the tiny droplets of rain balancing themselves on the surface of flowers and leaves.

I wonder how I have missed this pleasant feeling all along. That very moment, nothing felt bored or lazy.

I felt calm. I felt bliss. I felt healed.